I was there before the bus arrived, sitting at my desk reading, with a mug of coffee.Troy and I discussed the weekend and the media results. Everythin... in Washington revolved around media in one way or another. I really couldn’t care one way or the other, but I listened. He was excited about the numbers for the fundraiser and the sneak appearance on the Sunday news show.Then we got down to business. First were the updates from Camp Parks. With the rioting over, those numbers were zero. The. At that, he stood up pulls his shorts down and walks over to me. He holds his long, not yet fully hard, uncut cock in front of me and without a word I opened my mouth. He slid it in my mouth while holding my head. I licked , and sucked as it grew to it fullest, which was bigger than I could take. I backed a bit away, and held his balls while he began to thrust in and out.....I guess he had been stroking earlier, because it was already very wet from precum, as ut had been dripping as soon as he. They're going to kill me!"Shocked, Verdé and Rosa stared at the door.The footsteps grew closer.Moments ago Phil Rowling had lost his virginity to perhaps the most beautiful girl he'd ever encountered in his life. He'd also nearly died.Verdé, the girl with the green hair, was stunningly gorgeous. She was petite, but perfectly proportioned. In fact you could probably argue her breasts were quite generously proportioned. Her skin was tanned and flawless and she had the easy smile of the. "No," you said to her, "youdo it."Her smile deepened as she turned to face me. Deftly she outlined mylips with the new color, using the brush. Then she turned to the bodyof my lips, painting them thoroughly. "You see," she said, fully in thegame now, "it goes much better with his complexion." It was much lessbright, much better with my face and my clothes, and all three of ussmiled warmly to see it. "Yes," you said, "that's much better, we'lltake one of those. But don't you think he needs.